If you read this blog with any regularity, you may conclude that I hate doing laundry.
And you would be correct.
In fact, I despise housework pretty much altogether. And I’m not terribly good at it, either. (I am desperately trying to “fly” with FlyLady, though.)
The hardest part of being a homemaker/mother/wife, I think, is doing the same things over and over and over again. And waking up the next day and doing them over and over and over again. Again. And, again.
Does any of it really matter?
My friend, Jennifer, once posted about how even taking care of the family’s basic necessities is a blessing to them and glorifies God.
She’s right, of course. But we forget. And we get trapped in our humanity and the immediacy of this world. At least I do, anyway.
If you ever feel this way, you MUST read this post from John Piper. He so beautifully speaks of the mother’s work as eternal work and how every little thing is just a part of the bigger picture to come.
We were created for more. Bigger. Better. Future. More.
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